Asalaam Alaikum, people of good willI offer you this greeting of thought manifested skillto finally reveal the open-end chapter, as real as the flesh that you're embodied into the skull cavity your mind is rotting inI'll be riding inand it might've been a slight rotation warp to curve the courseof course I'm cordial when I reportI won't distortI don't contort, connect, conduct, collect, console or concealIn full control of the roll of the wheelMy eyes are my appliance to decipher the scienceomitting defiance with a high tech mic checkthe buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute destructionyour structure is lifted from the groundthe foundation mound is broke, so you float aroundI'm embedded in what is known as meatlet it be shown: every enzyme is completeIn time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pumprapidly, heart rate, happily marchedI happen to be the dark man who holds the chartsI arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow...but it aint' the same thoughyo, the tried and true pros are chasing fools' goldsliding through holes like small rodentsit's obviously evident; my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two IQ'cause Big Ace is the spinner, in the, centerInventor, and I plan to be a winnermeaning I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard, overseas hear and oversees more than the eye canI stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapistthe way I shapes this landscape automatically makes this vividI give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivotI love it, learn it, live it, then give you my exhibitnot inhibited, not even a little bit, when I'm inclinedmy attempts to redefine your hip hopguidelinesyou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timemy attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelinesyou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time'cause I'd rather stimulate your mindthan emulate your purposeand we have only touched on the surface of the serpentconsider me part of the dust, in the duskI must collect samples from the rustpenetrate the crust, then trust no livin'driven by the sonic language passionyour ashes spark the flashesof the neon from beyondwhat kind of planet could I be on?I don't know, but Imma be on for eons and eonswhile many think that they can never play outget trapped in a time frame and never find a way out!I stay off the dramatization and I balanceAlways seeking the challengeto show the world the incredible talentsI cut the corners, smooth out the surfacesworthlessness is just half of the problemI read the grid, kid- I did every columnI note the animal kingdom, and the phylum And defile 'em wild styleuntil they get to hit the targetI mark it on the bulls' eye of flies and the buffalo wing in the skyMy architechnique sparks the dark streets of your nesting groundI suggest that you warn your townI inhabit the oxygenmark off the memoryyou will never forget to remember the lone wolverinemarine biologist machine with the verbalinternal mind fertilefoot over hurdleTight like girdle and my word'll be the lastI incubate every other milenniumI fast and I hibernate to pass any of 'emI am potent, untraceableno colour, no odor, no taste, no replaceable partsno heart, no head, just a carcassthe darkest days come right before the lightI watch my watch and stand right before the micby the powers vested in meI digested MCs - food for thoughtcaught up to the end of the rope and swungthen stood stiff as if I was on a cliffnot beneath sticksmy feet are made of brickswhen I walk my footprints indent cementI am not practical, no am I unusual, nor am I oblivious to hideous crimesevery city is captured and trapped in my mindgiven the spinal tap as the final rap climbsmy attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelinesyou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timemy attempts to redefine your hip hop guidelinesyou can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare timecause I have become the night owl on the prowlmaster of the 'free bin' pile stylecause I'm om-nipotentI'm some government experiment that is out of controlI'm from some bigblack holeI square up, select, and wrecked every tangleI flare up and you can try any angleeven bermudabut I bury the barracudathen I'm octa-gone in the wind like the pollen...